Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
3 reports of aggressive cattle
Incident No: 1319Date: 14.08.26Site: 51.6221725, -2.5476959 Near Thornbury, South Gloucestershire1 cow, 1 walker, no dogDescription: “I was going to walk across the field, it was open with no warning signs. A cow was staring at me, I didn’t think much about it and just kept my distance. It took a few steps towards me so […]
Experienced rider meets aggressive cows at Timberscombe Common
ncident No: 1318Date: 13.10.26Site: Timberscombe Common, Timberscombe near Minehead, Somerset1 horse, 1 pony and rider. Group of cows. Sophie’s Report : “I was hacking my horse back along the bridleway across the centre of the common towards the village, when the cows saw me and charged at me. My horse and the pony I was […]
Normal route, same cows – this time was dangerous
Report Number: 1315Date: 29/09/26Location: South Mundham at the bottom of Fisher Lane, West SussexGroup of black and white cattle, single walker with dog on lead Alice’s Report: “As I was walking on the path towards the exit of the field the cows were a fair distance from me. I have walked this route many times […]
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58. Pagham to Selsey Bill to East Wittering
The sea has reclaimed and drowned Pagham Harbour. I see a collection of beautiful water birds – then wade through mud, past dead trees, dead crabs and an old tidal mill. Eventurally, I reach the disappointing Selsey Bill. Continue reading
57. Littlehampton to Bognor Regis and Pagham
I see an egret, flying low and graceful above me. I pull out my camera, but am not quick enough. By the time I am ready, the egret has landed some distance away. Later, I am distressed by the poor condition of the pier at Bognor Regis. But I love Pagham Harbour, despite the mud. Continue reading
56. Ferring to Littlehampton
I walk along shingle to Rustington, where air speed records were once broken. I see the longest bench in Britain and discover Littlehampton is a very attractive town. Then I splash around on the West Beach. Continue reading
55. Shoreham to Worthing To Ferring
Worthing is surprisingly nice with a good pier. I see Morris Dancers and kitesurfers. And discover a charming garden in the shingle. Continue reading
54. Brighton to Hove to Southwick
Despite the fact I am determined to try and like Brighton, I am put off by the burnt pier and a rude man. I discover a nudist beach, in the shadow of a power station. Pleased to be heading home. Continue reading
53. Seaford to Brighton
I start walking from lovely Seaford, see a Wheatear in an abandoned village, take a detour through Newhaven, walk across crumbling cliffs, pass through the unusual town of Peacehaven, cross the Greenwich Meridian line and arrive, tired and grumpy, in Brighton. Continue reading
52. Eastbourne to Seaford
Shivers go up and down my spine. Here, along the crumbling cliff edge, are tributes to people who have died. There are bunches of flowers and little crosses – 5 or 6 little memorials. They are sited where the path comes very close to the edge of the cliff. Beachy Head is a magnet for the sad and desperate; 530 feet above the sea – the 3rd most popular place in the world for suicides. Continue reading
51. Bexhill to Eastbourne
Between Bexhill and Eastbourne, I meet herring gulls, comorants and an egret. The heavens open but lightning fails to strike me down. I pass 6 Martello Towers in various stages of redevelopment and decay. Eastbourne is surprisingly attractive and its pier looks lovely in the evening light. Continue reading
50. Hastings to Bexhill
What a sad sight this pier is! Burnt buildings, roofless wrecks, timbers showing, seagulls perching on shattered planking – a blackened and rusting structure. Warning signs advise people to stay away and not to walk beneath.
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49. Rye Harbour to Hastings
There is a naturist beach at Fairlight Cove – although access to the beach is deterred due to the dangers posed by erosion. There are great fossils to be found here. And dinosaurs’ footprints. Sadly, I see no fossils, no dinosaur footprints and no nudists. But I do have a great walk and manage to pursuade my husband not to break his neck.
